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So I've finally found a new car. A new VW 2001 beetle bug. Not red, but white with plush black leather interior. It's gorgeous, and I can't believe I actually bought it. And it's being delivered at my work today. How excited am I???
Thing is, although I drive a crappy car right now, I feel pretty bad. I've grown attached to my little golf cart over the years: we've been together through thick and thin - done trips to Cape Town together, chaperoned me to parties, had the brake pads fall out on me on the M1 South, we've done alot over the last 3 years.
Now I have to say goodbye.
I know that Bruno my Uno is feeling rejected. I can just feel it. I also reckon he's going to be used for spare parts, so will probably be a chop-shop taxi tomorrow.
'Ludwig', my new German car is replacing my Italian stallion.
So to Bruno: Thanks for all the delayed braking, low petrol consumption and for making it up Northcliff hill for sundowners.
You're the best. May your new owner wash you more than I did.
Now bring on Ludwig.